Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Slave,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.